Now amongst the alien gods

>> Now amongst the alien gods

 

TITLE: Now amongst the alien gods

AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: for 3.11 (just a hint) but mostly for the end of season 2.

GENRE: Gen

CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester

SUMMARY: I… can’t tell you. But it’s Sam. And it’s all about Dean. Like always. (and heh. Aren’t you curious about that curved knife Sam cradles in the old promo pics?)

RATING: PG13

FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the word weaving and the twist in the fic.

NOTE: The first page was written long before 3.11, but 3.11 is what made me say hey. Let’s just finish the damn piece, so I merely wrote two more words to add the 3.11 thing in it. So there.

NOTE2: for buffyaddict13  cuz she gives me ripped out hearts like Angelus.

NOTE3: beta by shiny csweird

 

 

 

Descending

 

.:::.

 

He takes all of his clothes off. He knows there is nothing he can take with him.

 

And he’s no fool. He’s got a cold practical mind hardened at crossroads and darkness and knives on his back. Guns. And Tricksters. Lines that run through his face, and now his hair is pushed back from his eyes (he was beautiful once, beautiful like a statue, and the beauty is still there, except now the first thing you see is the cold and unbent).

 

Dean would have gotten a shock. Sam’s his father’s son. He too is willing to spend a lifetime following one.single.cause. He won’t rush into it; he’s too smart for that and he can harness impatience and grief.

 

He prepares.

 

.:::.

 

Now

 

.:::.

 

( ten years )